[Verse 1]
She carried the blueprint before she could name it,
The one who rebuilds what the world tried to claim—
A mind full of futures that no one had drafted,
A vision too wide for a secondhand frame.
She ran every errand, revised every system,
But the standard she held herself to was the hardest to tame.

[PreChorus]
Still she showed up exact, still she held every line,
Precision and fire running parallel time.

[Chorus]
Christi, you were built for the open horizon,
The call at the top of the hill you were climbing toward,
Every late night that proved you, every door you kept prying—
You were never just useful, you were always the chord.
Christi, the blueprint was yours from the beginning,
The vision that no one else thought to record,
You're not just the labor behind what is winning—
You are the architect, you are the reward.

[Verse 2]
She loves like a first draft thrown into the fire—
Immediate, honest, no footnote, no hedge.
She'll cross a whole room on the strength of desire,
Then lie awake questioning every left edge.
The home she returns to is cathedral and compass,
The ancestors humming beneath every ledge.

[PreChorus]
She waits to be needed but aches to be chosen,
Both wild in the choosing and careful with the broken.

[Chorus]
Christi, you've given your whole self to people
Who measured your worth by the work you could give.
But your love is a landmark, not just a cathedral—
It was never a debt, it was always a gift.
Christi, the hand that you deal to the table
Holds more than the sum of what others have missed.
You are not the footnote behind someone's fable—
You're the opening line that was always the myth.

[Verse 3]
The community she dreamed of kept shifting its borders,
She'd built a whole table and sat at the rim.
She studied the blueprint and rearranged the order,
But the seat at the head was the one she left dim.
Now the threshold is hers — every harvest she scattered
Returns as a season that started from within.

[PreChorus]
The turning is quiet, the kind that starts clean,
A name finally written where only gaps had been.

[Chorus]
Christi, the future you drafted is open,
The version of you that stops waiting in line.
Every system you cracked, every silence you broken—
Let the record stand tall in your own handwriting.
Christi, the work and the wonder are equal,
The leader and dreamer are two of the same.
You've always been more than the means to a sequel—
Step into the room you were born to reclaim.

[Bridge]
She doesn't need proof from a skeptic's conclusion,
The evidence lives in the drafts that she kept.
The question was never her gift or her purpose—
It was only how long till she finally stepped.

[Outro]
Christi, the seat was already waiting,
The harvest was always already in bloom.
You were never the preface to someone else's story—
Every word of it, yours, every hard-earned room.